In Dreams
by SashaElizabeth
Summary: Following the season finale, Marino's cohorts are trying to eliminate all witnesses to the standoff. NOW COMPLETE!
1. Chapter 1

_A/N: This is my first R&I fic, hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing. I don't own any of the characters; they belong to Tess Gerritsen, Janet Tamaro and TNT._

**In Dreams**

**Chapter One**

Every time Maura closed her eyes, all she could see were images of Jane struggling in Bobby Marino's ruthless grasp before turning the gun and firing a shot at him through her own body. The thought that haunted Maura was that Korsak, Frost and even Jane and Frankie's parents would think she had abandoned them in the hospital waiting room. This was not so, but only Maura and those who had taken her captive knew the truth.

She had been lying in a small rowboat in the middle of Boston Harbor long enough to be thoroughly numb with the cold, only made worse by icy-feeling rain pouring down upon her in the dead of night. Even though it was early autumn, it felt like the middle of November. She fought to keep her eyes open as long as possible, knowing hypothermia would become inevitable sooner or later. _If I can just hold on long enough, _she thought_, someone will find me. Come on, Korsak, Frost, someone. You know I would never leave my friends when they need me the most. When they need all of us together._

There were no other boats in the harbor, and Maura couldn't remember ever feeling more alone. She kept looking up at the dark moonless sky, the falling rain mixing with her tears as she tried to focus on how to survive instead of what had happened earlier in the day. The ocean and raindrops together had somewhat lightened the bloodstains on her dress, but they were also stealing the color from the rest of her world as things grew darker and dimmer. Were Jane and Frankie even alive? Would she ever see them again?

As the rain continued to fall, Maura kept her gaze fixed on the sky, hoping in vain for a break in the clouds. She shivered so fiercely that the boat moved a bit from side to side. Her thoughts were becoming fuzzier as the night wore on. Even the terrible visions of he standoff were beginning to grow more distant, an observation that caused a feeling of alarm, given her encyclopedic medical knowledge. What may have been a few minutes or hours later, her eyes had almost closed altogether when an eerie flash of light suddenly filled the sky.

**7 Hours Earlier**

After the chaos of Jane's rash move to stop Marino, Maura sat silently in the hospital waiting room with Korsak and Frost. Korsak was stirring his coffee without bothering to look down, and Frost was pacing back and forth from the bank of chairs to the two-story window on the other side of the room.

"How long has she been in surgery?" Korsak asked absently.

"Two hours," Maura said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. "That doesn't necessarily mean good or bad news, though. The duration of the surgery could be due to the extensive damage, depending on the trajectory of the bullet, causing them to need extra time, or..." She couldn't bring herself to even think of the possibilities, so she stopped speaking and tried to block out the images that filled her mind. Normally she could objectively assess every possibility and analyze it for likelihood and statistics, but this day had been different from anything she had ever experienced. Maura glanced down at her coral and white dress, still covered in the darkening stains of Jane's blood.

Staring at the outline of the bloodstains, Maura felt the room begin to spin around her as she tried to choke back the tears that threatened to undo every last vestige of composure she had worked so hard to keep throughout the day. Suddenly she knew she could not stay in the waiting room for another millisecond. "Going outside for a minute," She muttered as she stood up and left the waiting area as quickly as possible. Korsak and Frost nodded in understanding, barely looking up.

As she pushed the door to the parking lot open, Maura was instantly, if only temporarily, relieved to be alone. Without anyone else to see, she could let her tears fall freely. She didn't notice that it had started to rain as she leaned against the building, head turned away from the mostly empty parking lot. Nor did she notice the two men who crept up to her side until it was too late. She didn't have time to scream or cry out before one of them had started to drag her away, pressing a chloroformed rag to her face. She fought to stay awake and out of the darkness that threatened to take her over, but it came anyway. The last sensation she felt was a syringe in the side of her neck, speeding her descent into unconsciousness.


	2. Chapter 2

_A/N: I don't own any of the characters; they belong to Tess Gerritsen, Janet Tamaro and TNT._

**Chapter Two**

Shortly after Maura left, Frankie's doctor had appeared in the waiting room. His face was weary from the long hours, but he was smiling. "Good news," he said, "Frankie survived the surgery, and he's going to be just fine."

Angela, who had been holding her breath ever since the doctor had walked into the room, started to cry softly as she leaned her head on her husband's shoulder. "Thank God!"

"How's Janie?" Frank Sr. asked.

"I haven't heard anything, but I'll go find out right now," the doctor offered. "I meant to tell you earlier, Frankie is alive because of the quick treatment he received before getting here. If it hadn't been for the chest tube, his heart would have stopped and it would have been too late." He turned back toward the double doors to check on Jane's progress. "I'll be right back."

"Maura saved his life, Frank!" Angela exclaimed. "Where is she, anyway? She has to know about this."

Korsak looked at Frost with an expression of alarm. "She went outside for a moment, but that was what, twenty minutes ago?"

Without needing to be asked, Frost started down the hallway immediately and went out to the parking lot. It was deserted and there was no sign of Maura anywhere. With a sense of deep foreboding he returned to the waiting room. He sat down next to Korsak, speaking in a quiet voice. "She's not there. Korsak, there's something off about this. She wouldn't just leave."

Korsak nodded solemnly. "I know what you mean." He looked over at the Rizzolis, who were waiting for news on Jane. The doctor hadn't returned but would surely come any minute. "Keep me posted on Jane, I'm going to call this in and get some uniforms on the street looking for Dr. Isles."

Frost sighed. "Let me know if there's any way I can help."

By the time Korsak had finished his call, the doctor was back in the waiting room, updating everyone on Jane's condition.

"She's still in surgery, and for the moment it's really touch and go," he explained. "The bullet caused massive bleeding and the repair will take some time. I wish I had more to tell you, but I will let you know as soon as I find out."

"Can we see Frankie?" Angela inquired. "Is he awake yet?"

"Yes, he is," the doctor replied. "It's best if he has only one visitor at a time."

Angela made haste to follow the doctor through the double door, Frank Sr. lingering behind her. He caught sight of the troubled expressions in the eyes of Frost and Korsak. "I can tell something's up, guys. What's wrong?"

Korsak could see no point in hiding the truth, even though everyone was still worried about Jane. "Maura's missing. We've started a search party. When she didn't come back inside..."

"WHAT?" Angela's voice sounded frantic. "Somebody took Maura?"

"We think so," Frost said.

"According to the information at headquarters, Marino may have some associates who are determined not to leave any witnesses to what happened in the morgue today." Korsak rubbed his eyes wearily. "We'll have someone posted here to protect both Frankie and Jane, so they'll be safe."

"I'm going to stay here and wait with you for news on Jane," Frost said, "and Korsak is going back to headquarters for a while. We didn't want to leave you two alone."

"Just find her," Angela's eyes began to well up with tears. "Maura's like part of our family. Please make sure she's OK."

* * *

Across town, in his secret location, Irish mob boss Patrick Doyle paced back and forth with concern. He, too, had heard news reports about the hostage crisis and shooting. Just as he'd made sure his daughter was safe in the past, he was determined to do the same thing now.

One of his best enforcers strode into the room, awaiting instructions from his boss.

"Find out who is behind this drug ring," Doyle instructed. The enforcer nodded. "And make them pay if anything happens to my daughter." He watched the enforcer exit and thought back to the time when one of Maura's coworkers had called him with the name of the man who had killed his son, all so he could protect Maura. For a moment in time, both sides had agreed on one common priority. Perhaps history was about to repeat itself.

* * *

As she slowly opened her eyes, Maura felt the sensation of movement beneath her as her body rolled from side to side before slamming into something that felt like a wall. The haziness faded somewhat as she tried to lift her head. She was lying on the floor of a large van, hands and feet tied, sliding as the van careened forward or turned a corner. Her two captors were inside and yet a third man was driving. She closed her eyes in order to not draw their attention, but later opened them a tiny bit to catch a glimpse of anything that could tell her where the van was headed. But the windshield was too high, and the effort fruitless.

When the van came to a stop, Maura closed her eyes once more as her captors lifted her out and started to carry her to a new location. The scent of salty air and the sound of sails blowing in the rainy breeze were enough to tell her that they were at the docks.

She stole a glance as they walked onto the nearest boat. While Maura did not recognize the boat itself, she definitely knew the man standing on the deck. It was Cavanaugh.


	3. Chapter 3

_A/N: This is my first R&I fic, hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing. I don't own any of the characters; they belong to Tess Gerritsen, Janet Tamaro and TNT._

**Chapter Three**

"Hello, Dr. Isles," Cavanaugh said in an icy tone.

Maura stared at him with disbelief and said nothing. Her head was pounding, and the latest revelation in this bizarre day wasn't helping.

"Unfortunately for you, it would only have been a matter of time before you or one of your cohorts traced the drug operation back to me," Cavanaugh continued. He turned to his three associates. "Take her inside now."

The small interior room was dimly lit, but Maura could see stacks of boxes which most likely stored the remainder of the drug stash from the warehouse. They lined the back wall of the room and wound halfway along the sides. She looked around for anything that could help her loosen or cut the ropes that still bound her hands and feet, but it was to no avail. The futility made her increasingly nervous as she found herself running out of immediate options. _Calm down,_ she thought,_ what would Jane do?_ Jane was the most resourceful person Maura had ever known, and surely she would find a way out of any situation. After all, when Hoyt had kidnapped Jane, she had survived by surprising him with a burning flare in the eye.

Maura almost smiled at the memory of her friend's ingenuity when the sound of shattering glass startled her out of her thoughts. She glanced in the direction of the noise and saw an old-fashioned lantern laying on the floor, broken in several pieces. In amazement Maura inched toward the glass. If she could only hold onto one of the pieces, maybe it would cut the rope and free her. She took the largest piece with the sharpest edges and wedged it between two of the tightly stacked boxes, then slowly ran the outside of the rope that bound her hands along the edge. In a few seconds Maura's hands were free, and she used another piece of glass to cut the ropes around her feet.

No sooner had she finished her task than she heard footsteps coming down the corridor. She immediately put her hands back behind her, as if they were still tied, to hide what she had been able to do with the pieces of glass. Perhaps she could grab one of the pieces and use it for a weapon. She felt stack of boxes behind her and located the wedged shard, pulling it free. Now I'm ready for you, she thought.

Cavanaugh sat down at the small table across from the stacks of boxes. "What to do with you, I'm sure I'll come up with something," he mused with a sneer.

Thinking back to the horrendous events of the day, Maura grew indignant. "Exactly how long have you been personally leading a drug ring? How many officers did you corrupt with promises of power and money and..."

"It shouldn't matter to you," he snapped. "You'll be joining your friends soon enough. You do know that Jane and Frankie are dead, don't you? And that's just the beginning."

That was all Maura could handle. In a different situation she would have calmly assessed his statement and discerned his bluff, but not on this night. She lunged at Cavanaugh with the sharp glass fragment in her hand, aiming blindly as he fell back out of his chair. In an instant, the three men ran into the room, saw that their captive was loose and roughly pulled her away from Cavanaugh.

"You don't know if they're dead or not!" she screamed at him as the men dragged her out of the room. "You don't know anything about it, you weren't even there, so you can't know!"

As hard as she fought, the trio of men were simply too much for her, ending her struggling with another syringe to the neck. Cavanaugh stood over her as she slipped into the cold oblivion, watching with satisfaction. "You'll know soon enough."

* * *

Doyle was staring out at the steadily falling rain from his hideout when his enforcer returned. "You have news for me?" the boss asked.

"Yes. I've located your daughter," he answered. "Cavanaugh has her at the marina in an unmarked boat."

The boss stood up, his face marked with determination. "Get our boat ready."

The enforcer could hardly believe his ears. "Are you sure? This is a substantial risk."

"I said, get the boat ready. Now." Doyle was firm. He pulled a cell phone from his pocket. If needed, he was prepared to use it. "Get another man, we will leave in five minutes."

* * *

Korsak stood in the morgue, hoping he could find a clue to Maura's disappearance in the same place where it had been revealed that Bobby had killed Danny and the trouble had begun to unravel. He looked over all of the things left laying about the room in the middle of the chaos, but nothing was helpful. He was glad that Frost had remembered to call a veterinarian to collect Bass, Maura's giant tortoise whom she had brought with her to work that morning. Bass had not been eating, and she was very concerned. As much as Korsak loved animals, he understood how it would devastate Maura if anything happened to her beloved pet. For the same reason, they had also arranged for Jane's neighbor Marissa to look after Jo Friday.

He went back upstairs after a few minutes, still as puzzled as when he had arrived. At least the search party was out in full force, rather relieved to finally be able to do something constructive after a day of chaos. All of Marino's old haunts had been checked out, but it had led to nothing. Still, they refused to give up.

Korsak glanced at his watch and saw that he had been gone longer than expected. He decided to return to the hospital so Frost could continue the search while he kept the Rizzolis company.

* * *

Doyle's boat raced through the harbor, intent upon finding Cavanaugh. His top enforcer was at the helm while the other man whose presence the boss had requested served as lookout. It was obvious from the enforcer's expression that he disapproved of Doyle's mission, but steered the boat steadily onward. It felt like an eternity of sailing over the gloomy waters before they reached the marina. The boss stood beside the lookout, peering into the night, searching for any sign of movement on the other boat. At last he saw a couple of men on deck, talking to Cavanaugh. Unable to see his daughter anywhere, he wordlessly gestured to his lookout to use one of their rowboats to sneak up on the other craft in order to search.

It only took a moment for the lookout to climb aboard the other boat, where he stealthily searched the deck. Cavanaugh and his three underlings were on the other side, standing over Maura, who lay motionless on the deck. The lookout remembered what the boss had said about getting revenge on anyone who hurt his daughter. He drew his gun and started to shoot, felling the three accomplices in his first three shots. As if in slow motion, Cavanaugh turned, his own gun trained on the lookout, firing at him twice. The lookout ducked just in time, then turned to see Cavanaugh throw Maura overboard into the murky water. He was torn between attempting another shot at Cavanaugh and diving into the water after Maura. As he jumped from the boat, he fired one last shot, hitting Cavanaugh in the chest.

He propelled himself deep under the water, pulling Maura back to the surface and placing her still form in the rowboat. A shot rang out from the deck as Cavanaugh took one last aim at Doyle's lookout. The lookout sank beneath the surface, soon followed by Cavanaugh himself.

Falling into the freezing water awakened Maura's senses just enough for her to remotely notice that she was not only being pulled out of the water, but pushed from beneath as well. Before fading into unconsciousness once more, she looked down and saw a pair of hands with horizontal scars on each palm propelling her upward.


	4. Chapter 4

_A/N: I don't own any of the characters; they belong to Tess Gerritsen, Janet Tamaro and TNT. _

_I also want to take a moment to thank you who are reading this story and leaving reviews. You are a large part of what makes writing worthwhile. Thanks again! ~ Candy_

**Chapter Four**

At the sound of the gunshots, Doyle's enforcer panicked and turned the boat around. "Boss, we can't risk this!" Once Cavanaugh and the lookout had killed one another, it was evident that Doyle's only option was to leave as quickly and stealthily as he had arrived.

It wasn't until a while later, once they were far from the reach of the Coast Guard or any other law enforcement, that Doyle took the cell phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. "Come to the marina," he said in a low tone. "I hope it isn't too late."

The person on the other end of the phone knew exactly what Doyle meant, replying with only one sentence before disconnecting.

* * *

When Maura saw the unusual light in the sky, she was still lucid enough to categorize it in her mind with her typical logic. As the one source of light divided into several ribbons of multicolor streaks, she watched and recalled that hallucinations were a symptom of worsening hypothermia. What she didn't expect was the sensation of being lifted into the air by those very lights and their entrancing rhythm.

They spun her high above the water and transported her back toward the city, up and over places she'd seen every day and always considered ordinary. But from this vantage point, they took on an entirely new perspective. She didn't feel cold anymore, nor was she thinking about the rain. They were things of the distant past, fading from memory. Maura was beginning to adapt to this strange feeling of detachment when a ribbon of crimson light suddenly zoomed past her, shining on the bloodstains still evident on her dress. She knew at once that she must find out what had happened to Jane and Frankie.

She found herself only slowing down as she approached the inevitable pull of those for whom she cared the most. They were all in or near that second floor waiting room, so that was where she must go as well. In the blink of an eye, Maura was standing in front of the floor to ceiling window.

Angela was staring out through another portion of the same window, gazing absently at the courtyard below, but didn't seem to notice Maura standing there. Neither did Frank Sr.

She tiptoed across the room to the bank of chairs where Frost and Korsak were sitting. Frost was stirring his coffee and Korsak was working a crossword puzzle. "Did you hear anything about Jane?" she asked.

Neither man looked up or acknowledged her, which made her heart skip a beat. Something was definitely amiss.

"Korsak? Frost?" she spoke a little louder, becoming alarmed. She was again met with only silence as each man merely continued what he had been doing before.

Suddenly a doctor came through the double doors and stopped in front of Angela and Frank Sr. "Jane is out of surgery now, she made it through." For the second time that day, the weary parent s sobbed tears of relief. Both of their children had survived. "The damage was extensive due to internal bleeding, but she will recover."

Maura felt tears pour from her eyes, and she didn't try to keep them back. The horrible wait was finally over. Korsak dropped his newspaper and green pen he'd been using for the crossword, and Frost spilled the newly stirred coffee all over his jacket.

Korsak's cell phone rang with a piercing tone. He picked it up, frowned when he didn't recognize the number, and answered. "We'll be right there." He hung up and turned to Frost. "They found her."

As Korsak spoke to the person on the other end of the phone, Maura was abruptly pulled away from the room by the ribbons of light. They were much swifter than before, filled with a new intensity. Within seconds she was back in the rowboat. Her body felt heavier and colder than it had previously, and the darkness returned instantly.

* * *

The marina was abuzz with activity when Korsak and Frost arrived. Crime scene investigators were processing Cavanaugh's boat and retrieving the bodies killed in the gunfire exchange from the water. Some were taken aback to discover that someone like Cavanaugh would have been on the scene of a drug-related shootout, but while others had long suspected illegal activity, there was not yet any proof.

Korsak and Frost paid little attention to the crime scene and the rumors surrounding it; they had come with only one goal, to find Maura. Frost called the Coast Guard while they were en route to the docks because the tip Korsak received had not specified an exact location, so they wanted all possible assistance. Such instances of Frost's quick thinking had helped Korsak overcome his previous resentment of the younger detective. He still wished Jane would have chosen to remain as his own partner, but he now thought of Frost as one of the team.

One of the Coast Guard motioned to them. "Climb aboard," he said with a sense of urgency. "Our helicopters have spotted the location of the rowboat."

"Rowboat?" Korsak was confused. "We don't know any details. Is Dr. Isles all right?"

"We don't know yet." The other man looked regretful that he couldn't provide Korsak and Frost with any information.

Neither Korsak nor Frost were prepared to see what the searchlights revealed when they flooded their beams into the boat. Maura was lying inside, still as death. Her half-closed eyes were glazed over and appeared to be unseeing. Korsak jumped into the boat and gently picked her up in his arms.

He checked for a pulse on the side of her neck and saw the needle marks. Of course, he thought. They drugged her. Probably repeatedly.

"Is she," Frost's words nearly caught in his throat, "alive?"

"Barely," Korsak answered. "I can hardly feel her pulse, but it's there." For now.

"Maura?" he whispered softly in her ear, not wanting to startle her if she was at all conscious. "Can you hear me?" there was no response. "It's Korsak," he continued. "We've been looking all over for you." He tried to hide the tears creeping onto his voice. "Please hold on just a little longer." He held her closer to try to warm her icy skin.

The paramedics were already waiting when the boat docked. Korsak quickly handed Maura over to them, then stood back with Frost. It seemed there was nothing more they could do, and it was at that point that both men realized how deeply exhausted they had become. Within minutes the paramedics were ready to take Maura to the hospital, already treating her hypothermia with warm intravenous fluids and heated, humidified oxygen. The two men followed close behind in their car, speeding through the streets.

* * *

In her room, Jane was having a strange dream. She had awakened briefly when her parents were at last allowed to see her after the surgery. Now she was waking up again, thoroughly confused and still more than half asleep due to the effects of post-operative medications.

"What's wrong, Janie?" Her father asked, concerned. "Are you in pain? Do I need to get a doctor?"

She shook her head slowly. "Where's Maura? I-I dreamed she was on a boat… needed something… I pushed a lantern over. But she was sinking…in-in the ocean. I tried to get her out..."

"It's OK, Janie," Frank Sr. said in a soothing voice. "You were just having a dream. Just go back to sleep now. Maura should be here to see you soon." He prayed that he was correct.

* * *

Korsak and Frost waited nearly all night for any news on Maura's condition. She was in the emergency room for hours as the doctors kept treating the hypothermia as well as the effect of the drugs she'd been given by the kidnappers. As the sun was rising, the head of the trauma department came to speak with Korsak and Frost.

"She's stable for now," he said, "and her temperature is back up to normal. What really surprised us was the toxicology results. Whoever drugged her clearly did not intend for her to survive the kidnapping, or else they wouldn't have used this kind of quantity or combination. In most cases, it would be a lethal dose."

The two men were aghast. "So what's going to happen to Maura? Is she going to be all right?" Frost asked in a thin voice.

"We're giving her fluids to make the poisons leave her system faster than they would do normally. Their effects may last longer, though, because they slowed her heart rate until it nearly stopped and have made it impossible for her to breathe without a ventilator for now. And then after the toxins have left her body, she'll be kept unconscious for a few days so she can heal further. Maura's very lucky that you arrived at the marina when you did, because even fifteen minutes more would have been too long. I'm cautiously optimistic, as long as there are no complications."

The two detectives thanked the doctor and went upstairs to tell Frank Sr. and Angela the latest information on Maura.


	5. Chapter 5

_A/N: I don't own any of the characters; they belong to Tess Gerritsen, Janet Tamaro and TNT._

**Chapter Five**

**Ten Days Later:**

Maura was drifting up out of the darkness ever so slowly, but kept hovering in a hazy dreamlike state. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were so heavy, impossible at that moment to lift. What might have been either minutes or hours later, she became aware of voices speaking to her. Some were those of strangers, while some were recognizable. The fact that two of the voices belonged to Jane and Frankie almost drew her out of the gauzy fog, but they were still so far away. A short time later, another voice came closer.

"Maura? It's time to wake up if you can hear me." It was Frost. "You are going to be completely fine. You already are. You've been breathing on your own for over a day, and your heart rate is normal again. They've run all the tests and you've passed them all with flying colors. Just open your eyes, OK?"

She felt less resistance from her eyelids as she tried to open them once again. By the second try, it worked.

"You heard me!" Frost was enthused. "Welcome back."

Maura blinked. "You can see me this time?"

"Of course I can see you," Frost smiled. "And even better, you're seeing us." He motioned toward Korsak, who was sitting across the room. When Maura turned to look at him, she saw that he had tears in his eyes.

"What? Is something wrong with Jane or Frankie?" Maura asked, alarmed at his expression.

"No, they're both just fine. And now," he paused, a little embarrassed at the rush of emotion, "you are too," he finished in a quiet voice.

"I saw you," Maura began, "the night you were waiting to find out about Jane. Frost, you spilled coffee on your new gray jacket. And I saw you, Korsak, working on a crossword puzzle in green ink. There was one clue you hadn't filled in yet."

"Eon," Korsak remembered, looking confused. "A very long time. But that's impossible."

"You were miles away," Frost added. "Wow. Amazing."

Korsak glanced at the door and grinned. "We have visitors here!"

Angela was pushing Jane in a wheelchair, and Frankie walked behind them. "Look who's awake!" Jane smiled at her best friend.

"Jane! It's so good to see you," Maura exclaimed. "I was so worried. You certainly are doing much better than when I last saw you." She shuddered at the memory of Jane lying on the ground, bleeding from the bullet wound.

"Same to you," Jane replied.

"I thought I heard you," Maura said. "it wasn't really just a dream."

Frost cleared his throat. "Seems like there's a lot of that happening lately." He still had a hard time believing that Maura had truly seen them in the waiting room, but had heard of stranger things.

Frankie walked over to the bed, leaned over and kissed Maura on the forehead. "Thanks for saving my life," he said softly.

She smiled up at him and squeezed his hand. "Anytime."

"About dreams..." Jane said with a small smile, "they are definitely interesting."

Little by little, they shared the details about their dreams and felt amazed at the way each dream was interlaced with the others.

Frankie grinned. "Know what I dreamed? That we all made it through what happened the other day. And it came true."

As Maura slept that night, she did not dream of ships or oceans or lights from the sky, but instead saw all of the great times she and her friends had shared, as well as the promise of many more to come. Perhaps what they would remember the most from the chaotic incident at headquarters would be the intricate ways in which they were all connected. After all, they were family.

THE END


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